Tarran Smith"Hey guys, I found a Barracks or something! It has lockers. Wish me luck in finding actually useful stuff!"
Looting spree, go!
Excited at the prospect of looting the barracks (if only a small one) you start rummaging around. [Observation 2, 2, Intuition 1, 4, Luck 2. Very Poor results.] You search the lockers on the right side of the room first, some of them are locked but not with anything that doesn't surrender to a swift smash. The contents however are poor to say the least, several shifts of generic clothing, snack food, a set of empty stims hidden in a boot... Nothing useful, and certainly nothing that you would have expected to find in a barracks. [Failed roll not shown.] You haven't the first clue why that would be.
Frustrated you sit on the corner of one of the bunks, trying to think of a reason for the lack of... barracksy things here. You were never military but you're pretty sure this is sort of what the vids made military barracks look like.
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Dominique Wakeman"Didn't say there was, dude. I said there might be," Dom said as she walked back out into the corridor and grabbed one of the stun clubs off of the deadheads. Ah, these things are fun. I think I'll grab another. In fact she took all four of them... but she was willing to hand two of them over if asked. Afterward, she followed after Tarran and looked around the barracks. "Well, I'm gonna take a break. Let me know if you need my help breaking one of those open, boss," she said, indicating the lockers, as she found a clean-looking, unoccupied bunk and laid down. Using her psionics so much was making her a little worn down and a quick rest would do a lot for her mood.
You roll your eyes and manage to resist punching Taric's usual ungrateful self, not like he'd been doing much useful since they got off the ship anyway... You do however manage to crack a smile when you pick up one of the batons from the security goon, testing the weight and heft of it brings pleasant memories to life. After twirling it in a lazy figure-eight you push it and one other through your belt. The other two you collect from the guards and put in your pack. Those who waste not, want not. Other than your satisfying acquisition though nothing seems to be happening of interest, no gunfights, no doors needing to be smashed down, no morons needing an ass kicking. You think you can spare a couple minutes to become reacquainted with the backs of your eyelids, and Tarran did say he found a barracks. Shame to let such fine beds go unused...
As you enter the room at the end of the hall you find Tarran sitting on one of the bunks, apparently thinking about something. You tell him that you're going to pack it in for a bit and he nods to you somewhat absently. Rolling your shoulders you work the kinks out before laying your head down to sleep. [Stamina 5] Once again displaying your ability to go to sleep anywhere you manage to drift off to sleep in five minutes. To hell with the deadheads and the weird deadheads and the people in funky armor and the damn voice on the radio, you're taking a nap. Heaven help whoever deems it fit to wake you. (+15 Stamina) [Failed roll not shown]
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James EvanJames took the least damaged armor. "I really need some armor, don't want to get turned into cinders.... Anyway, I wonder what's in that box," James said as he attempted to open.
Kneeling over the now mostly headless deadhead you go through the grisly task of stripping its shirt of and removing its under armor. You scrape as much of the gore and bloody scrap off as you can before putting on the slightly used gear. Even considering the fate of its former owner you feel much better now that you're wearing it, nerves of steel and a faith unflinching are no replacement for body armor.
As you're standing in the doorway you catch a glint of reflected light in top of the cabinet to your right. Curious you walk in and pick it up, going back out into the hallway to examine it. As Taric had noted the box is featureless, without seam or keyhole. [Intuition 1] Lacking a better idea you bash it into the wall a couple times. Aside from making a loud clanging sound nothing happens. You eye the box suspiciously. It remains unperturbed.
(Featureless box added.)
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Ashley Fey and Taric Sizier"Well, it's grizzley but still, better to have a sidearm than not, i'm going back into that other room to root arround with the terminal"
Ash: Strap on the manticore pistol and try to use the console in the second room
"I'm coming with, if only due to the fact that there isn't much else to do right now."
Ashley holsters the pistol, a gun's a gun, it's going to be covered in gore at some point anyway so why should she get fussy now. After telling Jordan to take a break for a minute Ash heads back to the terminal she cracked earlier, there should be something useful on there, hopefully several somethings. At hearing the word 'terminal' mentioned Taric's ears practically prick up and he follows the purple haired woman into the second room.
Ash sits down at the chair with Taric over her shoulder, aside from being a slight irritation the only real danger seems to be water damage to her armor should he start salivating over the computer. She punches the display back up quickly and starts looking around for something interesting, [Ash intuition 6] she finds a couple things almost immediately. There's a virtual drop-box system with some mail still in it, not a lot but at least the guy didn't clean it out before dying. She also notices a couple files that look like research reports as well as what looks like a personal journal. It seems she'll have your pick of where to start her datamine.
[Taric int 3+1] Taric however doesn't get a lot out of her lightning fast pace, he can understand maybe one in five words in Russian at this pace and Russian seems to be the default language for this terminal. Watching it fly by is immensely frustrating.
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Harry Nakamuno and Jordan GreyHarry collects guns off the bodies and throws one to Jordan who catches it adroitly. You can never have too many pistols, never. After redistributing the wealth Harry walks back out into the connecting hall, making sure nothing else lurks in the black. Thankfully nothing else appears to be doing just that. Jordan however spends his time cooling his heels by querying the system.
"General system query: Why don't we have lights?" he asks the ceiling.
"Your question is based on an incorrect assumption, this facility has many lights." The perky response system replies.
"Aye yie yie... General system query: Why is primary lighting not active?""Primary lighting has been cut automatically after catastrophic damage resulting in an outer containment breach occurred. Maintenance will restore power after safety has been ensured. We hope this does not interfere with your day."Jordan snorts.
"Catastrophic damage... I wonder what could have done that..."Relevant ItemsMemory Stick (Dom)
Broken Pad (Taric)
Ident Badge (Taric)
Disruptor Pistol 3/4
Light Body Armor 27/50
Light Body Armor 9/50
Light Body Armor 11/50
Unmarked Box (On top of Cabinet)
Letters (On Top of Cabinet)
Health: 94/100
Charge: 125/150
Carried Weight: 96/200 (-25%)
Attire: Plain gray under-armor padding. [10lbs] Heavy Combat Armor, 116/150. [45lbs]
Inv:
Leanashe Assault Rifle [22/30 18lbs]
4.73 mm Caseless box mags x2
Cirri Light pistol [20/20 4lbs]
Energy cell x5
Manticore Pistol [9/10 6lbs]
Mechanical Bypass kit 4/5 [3lbs]
Arc implants, Planerian Implants
Stormcrow implants
Javelin Implants, Duelist Implants
Status: Primary Staff quarters, North Wing.
Harry Nakamuno
Health: Damaged
Charge: Half Charge
Description: 6'3", weighing three-hundred and fifty pounds Harry is the frontline muscle. Generally calm but a man who dislikes doing nothing, slow to anger he's been friends with Jordan since the Conclave gained their freedom.
Personality Complication: Just cause. Harry Believes in the work he does, and he believes hard. He won't hesitate to put a hole through anything in the way of his duty.
Skills: Melee 2, Soak 2, Brawling 2, Marksman 1
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 6
Dexterity (Dex): 3
Endurance (End): 6
Charisma (Char): 3
Intelligence (Int): 3
Willpower: (Will): 3
Staggershock implants,
Aegis implants, Lazarus implants
Samson Implants, Duelist Implants
Equipment: Heavy Combat Armor 111/150, Wolfkin SMG 15/18, Disruptor Pistol (4/4 4lbs), .50 cal drum clips x3, HE grenades (2), Thermal Paste (1), energy cell x4
Jordan Grey
Health: Damaged
Charge: Almost Full
Description: 5'9'' Jordan is a slender blond man with the red scraggle of beard perpetually encroaching on his chin. Part of his memories were lost during translation, and all hope of recovering them lost in the second battle. His name is a combination of earth history and the book Grey's anatomy. His medical expertise remains intact along with his sarcasm and combat skills, but most of the rest of his life is hazy.
Personality complication: Hatred, he might not show it much of the time but Jordan holds a grudge against the... thing that robbed of the chance to ever recover his memories. He is determined to kill it, if it's the last thing he ever does.
Skills: Mechanics 2, Marksman 2, Dodging 3,
Attributes,
Strength (Str): 1
Dexterity (Dex): 6
Endurance (End): 1
Charisma (Char): 3
Intelligence (Int): 6
Willpower: (Will): 6
Javelin implants,
Spider implants, MD. Ande Suite
Toxicology and hazard recog, Arc implants
Equipment: Combat Armor 76/100, Laelaps Laser rifle 9/12 (15lbs, short range barrel unusable), Disruptor Pistol (4/4 4lbs), energy cell x5, Field Surgery kit 1/5, Advanced medical kit [4/5], basic medical supplies [3/5] , ORS pack 3/3.
Health: 110/115
Stamina: 82/115
Carried Weight: 143/200 (-25%)
Attire: Arbiter dress Uniform, pristine [10lbs] Standard Body Armor, 74/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Abassy Heavy pistol -laser sight- [2, 8lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
Stun club (50/50 11lbs) x4
Fuath Riot suppression carbine [7, 13lbs, Caustic load]
.50 caliber pistol clips x8 (7, 2lbs)
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A30, E65, 16lbs,)
.220 gauss slugs x2 (35)
Smoke Grenades x1 (neg)
Field rations x2
Basic medical kit (2/5) (5lbs)
Data storage drive [Romance novels]
Status: Primary Staff quarters, North Wing.,
Health: 27/70
Stamina: 65/70
Carried Weight: 138/170 (-25%)
Attire: Technocrat Commander Dress uniform [11lbs] Standard Body armor, 66/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Energy Cell x8 (3 lbs)
Frankenstein Versatility Rifle (A29, E57, 31lbs, in hand,)
.220 gauss clip x4
Basilisk pulse rifle 4/5 (13 lbs)
Piru Gauss Rifle (4/5 4/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slugs x2 (5)
Disruptor Pistol (4/4 4lbs)
Saun's Helmet (Quarter full of ants, enclosed.) (3lbs)
Box of terrible scrap components (20lbs)
Short Range Radio, (Off)
Memory Foam centerfold
colonist rations x5 (5lbs)
Tripwire emitter
Status: Primary Staff quarters, North Wing.
Health: 35/75
Stamina: 68/75
Carried Weight: 133/150 (-25%)
Attire: High-prelate Uniform [8lbs] Standard Body Armor 60/100. [35lbs]
Inv:
Ichneumon Anti-Armor Rifle -Scope- (1, 20lbs, 1 rounds in speed loader)
1' sabot packs x3 (2)
Chimera pistol (15, 5lbs)
Combat Knife (1lb)
Sleipnir SMG (A5, E35 9lbs,)
Sleipnir SMG (A5, E35 9lbs,)
3 energy cells
8 .220 gauss clips (35)
Basic First Aid Kit 5/5 (5lbs)
1 .220 gauss clip (25)
Jormungandr Assault Rifle (A35, E70), 16lbs, in hand)
Status: Primary Staff quarters, North Wing.,
Health: 38/75
Stamina: 52/75
Carried weight: 140/200 (-25%)
Attire: Exarch Dress uniform [8lbs] Light Body armor 40/50 [25lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (10, 10lbs, in hand)
Orb Lightstand (35 lbs 19/20)
Riot shield (10lbs 30/30)
Piru Gauss Rifle (E5/5 A5/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slug clip (5)
Featureless box (8lbs)
Dybbuk Flechette Canister Rifle (1/2 35 lbs)
20 mm flechette canisters (x2, 1 lb)
Status:Primary Staff quarters, North Wing. Incredibly Smelly.
(Is on vacation until I'm done with it.)
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